I look around for the two cats, Gertrude and Ivan. I don't see them; they must be hiding. I walk into the kitchen to assemble their food trays. I make a lot of clatter. Sure enough, Gertrude wanders in. She's all wide-eyed innocence. Ivan sneaks around the corner. He won't look at me.

4 comments:

What a great story! A classic! You should find a way to support your art by selling your writing talent. This story alone would entertain children for years to come - if presented, of course, with more kid-like objects of interest in the moving sales. . . Pam